#still definitely private in most aspects of course but

[wandasfifthwife]

your jealousy is showing (on me)✩‧₊˚

—> hockey player/coach!wanda x afab!reader

tw || SMUT MDNI, top wanda x bottom reader, dom/sub dynamics, established relationship, jealous wanda, exhibition (janitor closet), marking/impact play (hickeys, bruises, thigh spanking), fingering (r receiving), r gets hit on but is oblivious, tyler mention!, reader is said to be wearing a dress, person who hits on r sees the two of them, not proofread!

a/n || in such a slut for this woman. so sorry if my writing is nastier than coconut, idk how I feel about it haha but I hope you enjoy bc this made me hot and bothered tbh

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Practice has been going well, better even. There’s been an increase in number since people started to find out that wanda has experience on the ice as a player on a professional team. The stands have become packed, families and friends taking up every corner, a completely contrast from before. You remember the days when you first came with your nephew, sitting and having a seven feet distance from another person. Tyler’s since graduated from wanda’s class, now attending another with a different coach.

It was a sad day for him, hugging your girlfriend tight and exclaiming how he wishes to have her as a coach for every class. She had laughed, resting a hand on his back and reassured him that she’ll attend his other classes. She even went as far as to mention private classes, saying they can spend time together on the ice. A smile had come upon your face as you watched the two interact, thankful your nephew is able to have such a wonderful relation with his coach, your girlfriend.

Since then you’ve been attending his classes with Wanda. You can’t help yourself, curling a hand through her arm to hold her close. You complain that it’s the cold, but you both know it’s a shit excuse. Regardless, she’s never going to turn you down, if anything she’s pulling you tighter and pressing a kiss to your head.

“He’s improved a lot. Lately he’s been practicing outside his house with some friends on the street.”

“That’s probably the only reason why he’s able to skate in a straight row now. Do you think he’ll continue to play?”

“I think so. It’s all he talks about, but of course we can’t say definitive terms. He could fall out of love with it in a year and choose like baseball.”

“If he were to choose another sport it’d be football, not baseball. His favorite part of hockey is running into others, he forgets there’s an actual game going on.”

You stifle a laugh, “he’s trying.”

He proved Wanda’s words to be correct because the next second he’s slamming into one of the team members, pummeling the two into the wall. The coach had come to talk to you after, seeking you where you stood by the concession stand. You had a hand on Wanda’s arm, informing her of where you’ll be.

You were paying for the snack, thanking the person behind the counter. He had stood behind you just out of your line of sight, so just enough that you ran into him when turning around. His shirt smelled of sweat and his cologne, a lot of his cologne, so much so it overwhelmed you.

“Hey, you’re tyler’s mom, right?”

“No, just his aunt.”

“My bad. Sorry that was terribly rude of me, I was going to say you look good for your age.”

“Thank you, that’s very kind.”

“Of course,” he flashes a smile, leaning onto one of the tables beside him, “I’ve notice how often you come, it’s great that you’re supporting him like this. Most kid’s don’t have such a supportive aunt.”

“I try. My brother and his wife are busy, so I take over. He’s means well but he’s still a young teen.”

“Yes. He’s nothing new. A lot of teens enjoy the physical aspect to the game, it’s normal for them to be competitive even with each other.”

A few minutes have gone by, enough time for concern to begin swirling through Wanda’s mind. She’s relieved to see you’ve not gone missing and that you’re all in one piece, standing only a few feet from her.

“That’s my coach,” Tyler starts, seeing how Wanda’s attention was directed at the tow of you.

“I know,” she deadpans, turning her attention back on your nephew, “finish untying your shoes.”

“I know,” he mimics, tone lowering to frustrate her further.

You’re walking back over with a grin plastered on your face. Tyler’s already grabbing at the drink you got, pulling it from your hands to open it already.

“Just talked with your new coach, Tyler. It seems you have a track record with finding amazing coaches.”

Already Wanda didn’t like him. She kept quiet about her disdain, knowing how important it was to you that Tyler doesn’t come to contact with a terrible one as you had.

It grew difficult. Each practice he always seemed to find you, drawing out a long conversation with you. Usually it’s fine, as a coach herself she understands the important of keeping up with the families, but this was excessive. The constant parade of compliments directed at you were unnecessary. He wouldn’t really care to talk to Tyler, and as far as she knew, Wanda didn’t exist around him. He’s either dumb, or he’s choosing to be ignorant towards the intimacy between you two.

What brought her to the edge was when he began to touch you, a hand on your shoulder or the back of your waist. It was in moments where it could’ve been excused; done to either move you out of the way or make sure you don’t trip.

You were sweet, engaging in a conversation he had started yet again down at the end of the bleachers. Wanda had her attention set on Tyler skating around before practice, eyes flickering to where the two of you stood every minute.

“I have a conference this weekend and we’re allowed to bring a plus one. Would you be interested in joining me?”

“Oh. I already have someone that I’m going with. So I won’t be going with you, but I will see you there.”

He looks disappointed, eyes shooting to meet Wanda’s, “I’ll see you there then.”

Wanda doesn’t like that man.

You walk up the stairs all sweet-like, sitting beside her and placing a kiss to her cheek, “when’s that coach award event again?”

“Saturday, 7PM.”

You hum, leaning your head on her shoulder, “you better win an award.”

“If not, I have you.”

An elbow shoves into her side, “you’re such a sap.”

“No, I just love you,” she murmurs, pressing her lips against yours, feeling like she’s won when she catches the coach looking. She had hoped the soft public display of affection would be enough of a sign to back off, but it wasn’t.

The weekend came soon enough. Wanda standing by the door with her keys in hand as she waits for you to join her.

“Beautiful,” she says when you step down, opening the door for you.

“I hope you win one award, that would be amazing.”

“It would look great for my public imagine,”she laughs at the look you give her, “you know I don’t care about that, love.”She gives your thigh a squeeze before backing the car out of her apartment complex.

She should’ve known he’d be stuck to you most of the night. Wanda tries to engage in the conversation, but he tunes her out, keeping his attention on you. Ever so sweet you try to include her, smiling back at her but this time it’s not enough to quell how she’s feeling.

“Hey Micheal, can you go grab her another drink?”

“Wanda, I can’t—“

She shuts you up by pinching at your waist, cutting your sentence off. He looks mildly annoyed, “sure.”Once he’s turned around, she’s guiding you out of the room.

“Wanda there’s only like sixteen minutes until the ceremony—“ your mouth goes numb when you realize where she’s walking you towards. There’s a closet at the end of the hall, tiny and small as its only purpose is to hold supplies for the janitors. Tonight it will be used for another matter.

“That’s enough time,” she says lowly, shutting the door behind her, enclosing the two of you in darkness.

She’s lifting you with her hands under your thighs, dropping you down onto the extra school desk stored away in the room. Her body’s leans into you, hands on either side of your body as she kisses you passionately. They turn messy, trailing from the corner of your lips to end up on the bottom side of your neck. You gasp when she bites down, a hand reaching to push at her chest.

“Wan—wait.”

She doesn’t listen, too focused on making your neck show an array of purple marks. You whine, squirming in her hold as she leaves one after the other, stopping only on areas that you’re sensitive to. She’s severely quiet, attentive to every heavy breath and sound coming from you. You’re weak, arms wrapped around her neck, head pressed into the wall behind you. You’ve completely given up control, neck tilted back to give her more room.

“Oh—” you shiver when she moves towards the spot behind your neck. Your reaction gave her another reason to press her lips against it, nipping at the skin there.

Her ministrations leave you wet, your hips grind down onto the desk below you to try to seek relief. Wanda coos, cold fingers sliding under your dress, finding the wetness between your thighs. You cry out when she thrusts two in, pushing through your tight walls. It’s intoxicating, the wet sounds filling the room, turning you on even more.

“Ah! Wands—you—“

She’s shushing you, lips on yours to keep you quiet. Her fingers are splitting you open, angling perfectly towards the spot that makes your back arch. Her thumb catches onto your clit with each thrust, brushing perfectly to make you see white. You weave your fingers into her hair, moaning into her mouth when she bites at your bottom lip.

You’ve completely forgotten about the event, and most importantly, Michael. You’re clenching onto her finger, arousal covering her hand and dripping onto the wood below you. You choke on a moan when she’s guiding you to lift your left foot onto the desk, the position spreading you open to allow her fingers to push deeper. The bottom of your dress slips up, clothing pooling around your waist. You feel your orgasm build, a series of whimpers spilling from you.

“Fucking say my name when you come,” she demands, holding back moan when she hears your strangled whine after she brought her hand down onto your thigh. The way your cunt squeezes around her fingers then makes her weak.

“Like that?”

She’s cocky, hand coming down harder on that same spot.

“ah! wands please—“

Your body jerks after her fifth slap, mouth dropping open in a silent scream. She nuzzles against your head resting on her shoulder. You relaxed into her hole, breathing heavily as you come down from your high.

It was fine until wanda carried you into the bathrooms to clean off and you caught a glimpse of yourself in the mirror, easily spotting the splotches painting your neck.

You leaned over the sink to get a better view, eyes snapping between the marks; the one by your ear, another under the strap of your dress, one more at the base of your neck. You weren’t aware of the severity of her actions in the moment, your mind was too busy trying to deal with the fuzziness spreading throughout your body.

“Was that okay,” she asks from where she stands by the entrance.

“Very,” you mumble, looking back to her with a smile.

“Hey, I want to apologize. I knew something was wrong,” you say, grabbing a paper towel from the machine, “he was a jerk to you. Like just earlier he wasn’t letting you get a word in, but I really just thought he was being nice at first.”

“You’re fine, love.”

You wet the towel, rubbing warm water over the cloth to get it wet, “you say that but I still feel bad.”

She crosses the room to grab at your wrist after seeing what you were doing, “why’re you trying to rub the marks off?”

“Because?”

She raises an eyebrow, “because? What?”

“This is your event, I don’t want you to loose your job over me.”

“I won’t,” she tosses the towel away, “I knew what I was doing when I gave you those.”

“But the staff—“

“There’s enough of them screwing around.”

“Oh.”

She huffs, hooking a finger under the hem of your dress, drawing it up your thigh until the red, swollen marks on your thighs from where she was aiming her hand earlier begin to show. You hate how affected you get by the sight of them, thighs squeezing together.

You were only meant to be gone for ten minutes. That was the original goal, but she began to fold with how you were looking at her. Your eyes were dark, locking onto hers from within the mirror. She had you pinned to the counter in seconds, forcing you to watch how easily you melt under her touch.

Footsteps echoed throughout the hallway, getting closer to where the two of you stood. You had begun to push back, mumbles on how she needs to stop so they don’t get caught, but it’s like she knew. You caught on later, realizing it was Micheal by the sound of his voice calling out to you.

“Wanda, he—“

She’s slapping a hand over your mouth, pulling you back against her chest. You look over your shoulder, finding Micheal freeze after entering into the room. Wanda had you in a position only he could dream of. He was like a fish out of water, mouth opening and closing as he processed what he was looking at. The marks on your body, eyes glossy and faraway even as you look in his direction. The muscles in Wanda’s arm flex as she presses her hand tighter against your mouth. You’re absolutely dripping, excitement pooling from the behavior this man was bringing out of her.

“I was worried… but I see you’re.. okay.”

“I see you’ve met my girlfriend, Micheal?”

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[dilemmaontwolegs]

Life Lessons || CL16

Summary: After an embarrassing secret is shared Charles accepts some help to learn a few things about female pleasure.

Warnings: 18+ only, nsfw, fem rec oral, sex ed

WC: 2.9k

Charles - The Lazy Lover - Leclerc. That was what the wag gossip pages all shared in their stories and Charles’ cheeks grew red with embarrassment as he read the latest caption. The supposed ‘inside source’ had recounted the disappointment his past girlfriends had found in Charles’ bedroom activities. They cited him as ‘vanilla’ and ‘a missionary man’, but none of those hurt more than the sentence that described his oral capabilities as ‘nonexistent’.

He didn’t think he was bad in bed, and he wouldn’t have called himself selfish, but he couldn’t help asking some of his exes for the truth. Each of them denied sharing the information to the gossip pages, but they all replied with the same consensus.

Charles chased his own pleasure and they didn’t feel comfortable telling him what they needed to reach their own high too. He felt guilty, wondering how many of the relationships would have ended differently or not ended at all if he had paid more attention - to their sex life as well as the rest. He certainly hadn’t been the most attentive in any aspect of his last relationship with Alexandra.

“Don’t laugh,” Pierre started the conversation seriously, something that immediately caused concern for Charles. “I know someone who knows someone that can help you. She’s a private tutor, of sorts.”

“Do you know how fucked I would be if news broke I went to a hooker?”

“She’s not a hooker,” Pierre assured him as he wrote an address down on a napkin and slid it across the table. “It's already taken care of, 8pm tomorrow.”

Charles looked at the address and sighed. “This is in Paris.”

“Of course, City of Love, my friend.” Pierre finished his coffee and rose from the table, pushing a pair of sunglasses over his eyes. “You’re welcome.”

“Yeah, thanks,” Charles mumbled, still uncertain about the whole idea of having a stranger teach him how to be a better lover. “I guess.”

Later that afternoon, Charles received an email with a rather detailed questionnaire about his experiences in the bedroom as well as a small dining and drinks menu to select from. He figured he couldn’t be any more embarrassed than he already was and took his time to honestly answer the questions.

—

Charles debated turning around at least three times as he climbed the stairs in a modern apartment building. He had caught a glimpse of the Eiffel Tower from the stairwell window and paused as the lights danced along the metal, wondering if he was in the right place. He was still in half a mind that Pierre had sent him to a brothel, but this didn’t fit the stereotype he had in his head of a Parisian whorehouse. He definitely imagined more Moulin Rouge lighting and seedy alleys.

He reached the 3rd floor and found only one door on the landing, his finger barely able to aim for the doorbell with its shaking. He didn’t know what to expect when the handle started to turn, but it certainly wasn’t a bright welcoming smile and the delicious smell of fresh baking.

“Hi, you must be Charles,” you greeted your newest client. “Come in, please.”

You could tell he was nervous as he hesitantly stepped inside and his eyes scanned your home, taking in the artwork on the walls and the candlelit table with two place settings. You tried to ease his mind with a quick introduction about who you were while you poured him a glass of wine.

“Help yourself,” you said as you took a seat and waved a hand to the fresh bread and cheeses he had selected from the menu. He took a breath and sat down opposite you, the candlelight catching the sharp jawline and angular features of his handsome face. “So, Charles, what is your goal? What do you want to get out of this?”

“I, uh, to be able to please a woman?”

“You don’t sound sure,” you teased as you watched him spread an olive tapenade over the fresh toasted bread.

“No, no, I am,” he said a little more forcefully before sighing. “I didn’t realise I was…bad…in bed, until recently.”

“Well, rest assured, we will change that. But first, tell me a bit more about yourself, there’s only so much I can learn from the questionnaire.”

—

Charles began to relax the more he shared. He knew he was protected by the NDA you had sent with the rest of the paperwork and the anonymity that came with baring his ugly truths to a stranger helped to ease the discomfort of what he was doing. He still wasn’t exactly sure what he was doing but your encouraging smile kept his words flowing, like he was finally doing something right.

He hadn’t realised how quickly time had passed until the grandfather clock in the entrance chimed the hour and he saw he had eaten his fill of the meal he chose.

His overnight bag still waited on the hall table, the list of what to bring had been ticked off and double checked. His calendar had been cleared for the weekend and his phone turned off. Everything he needed to remember could be jotted down in the small journal that sat beside his used cutlery.

“So, um, what happens next?” he asked as his eyes darted to the bedroom door.

“Whatever you feel comfortable with, Charles. Come,” you rose from the table and grabbed his bag, taking it to your bedroom as he trailed behind. His feet rushed before slowing down as he caught his own eagerness and frowned to himself. It was common. There was a blurred line between of uncertainty on whether they were here to get laid or here to learn.

You placed his bag beside the large desk that covered one wall of your room and pointed to the computer chair where he took a seat. “Every woman is different and there isn’t a universal button to make us come. But, by understanding the physiological functions and anatomy, I will teach you the tools to find the right spots to make her fall apart.”

“A-anatomy?” he stammered.

You took a step back and unzipped your dress, letting it fall to the floor and bare your nakedness. His eyes widened and he swallowed deeply as he drank in your body. A soft breath fell from his parted lips when you climbed onto the desk and spread your legs either side of him. “I could show you a textbook, but I find this much more effective.”

His throat bobbed as he tried to keep eye contact and the act brought a little laugh from your chest, forcing him to look at your breasts bouncing with it. “You can look, in fact that is exactly what this first lesson is about. Look, Charles.”

His eyes closed but when they opened he was staring at your core, his chest inflating with his deep breath. “Do I just start?” he asked hesitantly, wetting his lips with his tongue.

“Just look for now,” you said with a smile as you reached down your body. “Everyone has erogenous zones, places that feel good when stimulated, and these can be found all over your body, men and women. Thumbs, wrists, behind the knees, inner thighs, neck. Simply kissing and sucking these spots can feel just as good as foreplay.”

“Really?” he eyes widened in surprise and his eyes scanned all the places you had mentioned.

“Really, and I want you to find mine.” You bared your throat and relaxed back on your elbows. “You’ll watch for the physical reactions to confirm it. Deep breathing, moans, eyes closing, jaw slack, forehead pinched - they are some of the outward signs of pleasure.”

“Are you okay with this?” he asked as he found your bent knee the closest point to his lips and his tentative touch warmed your skin.

“I am, and I am pleased that you asked for consent.”

He smiled proudly at the praise before he lifted your leg and kissed the back of your knee, his eyes watching your face as he dragged his tongue along the tendon and crease. Your head fell back and he grinned. “There.”

“One,” you confirmed with a nod before he moved up to your thigh, trying the same thing with a kiss and a lap of his tongue. A giggle bubbled up and you squirmed away. “That’s just ticklish.”

“So not that one?” he double checked, and you shook your head. “Okay…”

The man was thorough and he made sure to find which ones were good for you and which ones weren’t. He paid attention to the signs and more than once he paused to jot down a note in the journal you had provided.

“You’re a good student,” you praised.

“I have a good teacher.”

You smiled at the compliment. “Would you like to explore lesson two tonight or rest? We have all weekend.”

His eyes gave away his answer before his lips did and you climbed off the desk. “Let’s start with the basics then. The first thing you want to do is make yourself comfortable. Craning your neck from where you lie between her legs isn’t comfortable and won’t encourage you to stay there if things take a little longer,” you explained as you moved into the bed and tossed him a pillow. “So, pop one of these under the small of her back.”

He looked at the pillow and shuffled forward. “Now?”

“Mhmm,” you hummed, lifting your hips up so he could lay it in place. “Two things happen here, one, it lifts her hips higher for better access which your neck will be thankful for, and two, it tilts her pelvis down and makes it much easier to work her g spot.”

“I thought that was a myth.”

“Why don’t you find out?” you dared. “Did you clip your nails before you came?”

He looked at the short nails and wiggled his fingers with a nod. He had followed every instruction in the email.

“Good, the last thing you want is to accidentally cut a partner with a sharp nail. Now the technique most people find effective is palm up, one or two fingers, gently work your way inside - it’s all about timing, take it slow and build to begin. Once your fingers are inside, curl your fingers up and you’ll feel the tissue is softer, almost spongy. Massaging pressure over that stimulated the g-spot, and if you are good at multitasking you can then add pressure from the outside too. Just place a hand low on her abdomen, slightly above the pelvic bone - don’t press too hard though as it will push on her bladder. First though, you’d probably want to start with warming her up with some cunilingus, eating pussy.”

Charles hopped off the bed and grabbed the journal, quickly jotting down the instructions with quiet eagerness.

“You can practice if you feel comfortable,” you invited when he put the pen and page down.

“Uh, yeah, please,” he stammered as he knelt on the bed and shuffled closer.

You reached into the bedside drawer and grabbed a bottle of lube. “I don’t need this,” you said and he smirked as he saw the other outward sign you had explained - arousal - it already lubricated your slit with the thought of what Charles was going to do to you. “But you should always keep a bottle at home. All women are different, some are drier than others no matter how aroused they get. Or, it’s handy for other areas of play like anal, or even a sensual massage.”

You put the bottle back and settled among the pillows. “Use me, explore, feel the different textures and I’ll guide you if you need it. Remember to look and listen to the signs of pleasure.”

Charles nodded and settled between your legs, getting up close and personal with your pussy. His indecision held him frozen as he wondered where to begin so you offered some guidance. “Finding the clit is a good starting point and then exploring around it to find the sensitive spots. Lick, suck, kiss, try it all.”

Encouraged, he laid a tentative kiss on your slit, his eyes rolled up to watch for your reactions. Seeing nothing, he took aim and tried again, his lip brushing over your clit and a soft sigh reached his ears. More confident, his tongue flicked out and caught your clit making you jolt.

“Was that good or bad?” he asked with a frown.

“Both, that spot is very sensitive - think of the slit at the tip of your cock. When it’s primed and ready that feels amazing but straight off the bat it is a little shocking to the system. You’re in the right area though, so keep exploring.”

This time he circled his tongue around and your moan was louder. You could practically feel his smile on your skin.

“That feels good,” you hummed as warmth spread through your body and he reached up on his own initiative, massaging your breasts. “Oh, you’re a natural now.”

Inspired, he explored further, his tongue lashing along your slit, dipping into your cunt. Your back arched off the bed with a gasp so he delved deeper, fucking you with his tongue as a familiar tightening grew in your core.

“Now would be the perfect time to try to find the g-spot,” you murmured as you fought the urge to succumb to the pleasure, but the lesson wasn’t over.

His rhythm faltered with a fresh wave of nervousness and he pulled back with shiny swollen lips to drag his fingertips through the mess he had made. The slick digits started gently, dipping inside your cunt a little deeper each time until it met the resistance of his palm.

“Feel around for the different textures and then curl your fingers a little.”

He did as instructed and his lips parted in surprise as he felt the spot. “Oh, wow, I’ve never noticed that…”

Your laugh made your pussy clench and he chuckled as your walls tightened around his fingers. “I like that feeling,” he commented with a flirty smirk.

“I thought you would,” you said with a wink. “I also do lessons on male stimulation if you’re ever interested.”

“Like…gay?” he asked quietly, a frown starting to form on his brows yet it wasn’t a look of distaste.

You were intimately aware that he still had two fingers curled in your cunt but it was good that he felt comfortable enough to hold a conversation at the same time. “It’s about learning the male anatomy, like what we did here. Whether that knowledge is used for self pleasure or with a partner, male or female, that is up to them.”

He contemplated the idea for a moment before he remembered what he was doing and began to work his wrist, curling his fingers in sync so they dragged over that delicious spot. He watched your sordid reaction with fascination before he grew bolder, his tongue finding your puffy clit.

“Oh fuck, yes,” you moaned loudly as your pussy tightened in anticipation. He had read your body perfectly and flicked the tip of his tongue over your clit but this time you were primed and ready. Your orgasm began with a tingle through your hair, leading to a fine tremor that danced down your spine, it raced down your legs and curled your toes. “Oh, Charles!”

He moaned against your clit as his wrist snapped forwards and back, the wet sounds of your body filling the room as his fingers fucked you through the explosion. Your cunt clenched and spasmed around the digits and stars spotted your vision. Your head fell back into the pillows with a cry and liquid gushed over his fingers with the release.

Disoriented and overstimulated, you reached between your legs and placed your hand over his. “Please, too much,” you whispered with a hoarse voice and rough aftershocks snapping at your thighs. “That was so fucking good, Charles. I, I just need a minute.”

You threw an arm over your head, your chest rising and falling rapidly as you waited for your heart rate to calm again. A small laugh bounced from your chest as you came down from the high and you finally had the strength to prop yourself back up on your elbows.

“That was perfect, Charles, you are a very quick learner.”

He was busy staring at his hand, your release coating his palm and running down his wrist. “So that’s what an orgasm feels like?” His brows pinched as he realised he had never felt that before.

“It’s what this one felt like. They can be different based on what areas are stimulated, the intensity, intimacy, lots of factors.” You could see he was still disappointed in himself for his previous ignorance and you sat up slowly, crossing your legs as you faced him. “Just because a woman doesn’t orgasm it doesn’t mean she didn’t enjoy the experience. Does a blow job feel good before you cum?”

He shrugged, still a little unconvinced. “Yeah.”

“See, forgive yourself and move on, now you know what to do for next time.” You carefully climbed off the bed on unsteady legs and offered your hand. “Last lesson of the night, aftercare.”

He stood up and froze, looking down at his pants. “Sorry, I kind of, uh, um…”

“Why are you sorry?” you laughed, drawing his attention away from the damp patch on his trousers. “You are meant to enjoy pleasuring your partner. Never apologise for that, Charles.”

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[drewsbuzzcut]

Keeping Up With The Barzals

mat barzal x model!fem!reader

a visceral in doses fic (editorial edition)

warnings: mentions being parents, having insecurities, mentions vibrators, early issues in a relationship, hints at sex, and I think that’s all… let me know if I missed something. ALSO: this takes place in 2027, so they only have Nolan!

Appealing, show stopping, the symbol that love doesn’t have to fizzle out with the pressures of success, or the responsibilities of true adulthood. I get the opportunity to interview the most famous couple to ever grace our social media feed. Y/n and Mat open up about their lives in the limelight.

A very pristine woman who isn’t afraid to change things up and dirty her clothes, that’s Y/n (soon-to-be) Barzal. From dominating the catwalks to being the best mom she can be, Y/n is a layered masterpiece. Y/n will go to the ends of the earth for her family. If that means she’s helping organize charity events for her husband's hockey team, or turning away jobs to be present for her son, she’ll do it. When asked about it, she said it’s a major privilege to be able to turn away jobs for her kid’s sake and to be able to help raise money for the Islanders.

As a model who is this generation’s icon, she’s awfully real. There’s no hiding or pretending when it comes to Y/n. In my opinion, that’s what makes her so inspiring and likable to everyone. However, don’t confuse her privacy for lying. There’s been many instances when Y/n had to keep aspects of her life private to protect those she loves. Times when the audience wasn’t too kind about her choice.

“There was a time when many people thought I was never around Nolan when he was an infant. It seemed that everyone got used to me posting little updates on my Instagram story, so when it stopped people were confused. People thought that I just hired a nanny and was never around my son. It hurt to hear those speculations, especially because they were so far from the truth. Nolan got really sick. He was only 6, almost 7 months and he got really sick. Mat and I had no clue how he contracted his sickness, but it was scary for a little while. I stopped working for that time frame, and I followed Mat, with Nolan of course. Mat had to continue working, but I just couldn’t be without him while our baby was going through what he was going through, so I traveled to each location he traveled to. I of course posted Instagram stories and posts, because not all my days were bad, but I didn’t and wasn’t going to post anything about Nolan until he was 100% better.” Y/n goes into detail about one of those incidents where she went quiet about certain things in her life.

“So many people think it’s so easy to be productive and encouraged all the time. I go from personality to personality with each photo shoot I work on. Not because I’m trying to be fake about who I am, but because sometimes photo shoots require you to step out of the person you are, and it’s not always a bad thing, but lines do get blurry and your mind gets foggy. It’s actually easier to get lost in emptiness, trying to get your feet to touch the ground. I think that’s why I try so hard to be open with my supporters. I’m holding myself accountable all at the same time. Becoming a mother definitely helped me with some of the fog. Becoming a mother made me stronger. I’m always being my best self for my son. I am also always being my best self for my husband. They’re everything to me.” Y/n gives us a little insight on what it’s like to experience the not so glamorous side of a fast paced lifestyle.

Aside from being a mother and a model, Y/n is the person who is determined. No one has to write a story about her, because she’s already writing it herself. I’ve never come face to face with someone with such confidence that’s still so humble. Y/n knows how to cook, knows how to style any piece of clothing, knows how to love herself and others selflessly, and most importantly, she can write. If you’re asking why it’s important that she writes when just about anyone can write, I mean Y/n really knows how to write. I am lucky enough to have received early access to the first draft of her very first manuscript. The words this woman can write are amazing. That’s just putting it lightly. It’s important that Y/n is such a phenomenal writer, because she has the chance to share her wisdom and thoughts. I happen to think her thoughts can change, if not the world, at least one person’s life.

“Don’t make me seem like I’m all work and no play. I can be loose around all my edges.” Y/n states as we near the end of our interview. As I said, she’s continuously writing her own story even when my pen stops. After hearing her out, I’ve come to the conclusion that she is the life of the party that every 20-something year olds wants to be. She blazes a fierce trail of being true to her indulgences. If she’s craving an ounce of music to fill her veins, she’ll gather her best pals and partake in a night of clubbing. If she craves a big, private party, she’ll rent a huge yacht and let her girlfriends go wild. There’s no barrier that will contain Y/n. She breaks any bounds because for her, living life isn’t about being uniform or perfect. Being a mom, a role model, or just someone who is responsible won’t stop her from being who she truly is. That’s not to say that Y/n is a big time party girl, or that she doesn’t care about herself or her surroundings. She does care, she just knows when not to.

Before kids, Mat and Y/n had one word to describe their relationship. “Sex.” They both splutter with laughter when they see the shocked look on my face. They assure me that “sex” isn’t the word they’d use, but I don’t think that sex is a lie to get a reaction out of me. It’s easy to see just how strongly they feel about each other. They’re playful and very teasing with one another. It’s all very sensual, though. You can feel the heat they radiate when their eyes connect with each other.

“Our relationship is chaotic. The type of chaos that makes you run in circles, pulling on your hair. The type of chaos that you search for when life loses meaning. The type of chaos that is unexpected, but welcomed and makes you feel alive. It’s scary, but only because it makes you feel so much. ‘Chaos.’ It causes pain and happiness, but the happiness is always there. The chaos makes us strive to be better. It makes our love timeless.” Y/n and Mat answer the question with a sureness that’s rare.

Speaking of being timeless, the envious pair are set to get hitched at the end of May. You may have noticed that they’re already referring to each other as husband and wife.

If you’re looking for tips on keeping things fresh, continue reading.

“We don’t force sexual activity. We also don’t plan it, we just let our feelings do what they do best. I don’t know if that’s because our connection is too strong, or for whatever reason we are usually in sync. Maybe it’s our constant teasing. We never go a day without teasing each other. It makes our touches, our kisses, more intense.” Mat explains.

“We also kiss a lot. We will never not kiss each other if that’s what we feel we should do. Lately, people have gotten used to hiding their affection, but they shouldn’t hide it. Embrace it, unless it really does make you uncomfortable. It’s actually so funny because I know Mat wasn’t really the type of person to be into PDA, but it changed when we got together.” Y/n chimes in.

“Yeah, that’s true. I never cared for PDA, but like Y/n said, when you feel it, you feel it.”

It’s honestly crazy that these two only have one child. When I told them that, they both laughed. Y/n was the first one to tell me that their baby boy would be their only baby for a while. Mat was unsure of her words, but nonetheless agreed with her.

The baby talk sidetracked our initial conversation of intimacy, but this type of intimacy between the small family is actually beautiful. They both went on and on about the throes and joys of parenthood. They were both surprised at the fact they were having a baby so early on in their relationship, but they told me it genuinely made their bond unbreakable.

Looking at the way their eyes always gravitate back towards the other’s, and their lingering touches that soothe their anxieties, it’s easy to see why they’re so desirable. It’s not about Mat being an attractive athlete, or Y/n being the most beautiful model, it’s the way they portray the feelings of love and passion.

Here’s their last relationship tip: “Don’t focus on finding the perfect person, or being the perfect person. Be yourself. I know it’s cliche, but be yourself. If you find THE one, they’ll always love you for who you are. Your passion and affection will never dim. If you’re feeling lonely, don’t settle for someone who doesn’t deserve you, just buy a vibrator.”

The so-called ladies man who turns into a puddle at the sight of his wife, Mat Barzal isn’t who you think he is.

As an athlete whose privacy is a bit more respected than the average celebrity, we needed to do a deep dive on New York’s finest hockey player.

Rising to early stardom, the young hockey player was perceived way before he got the chance to grow up. Different outlets vaguely recalling Mat as the playboy, or even a wasted talent. They had no clue who they were writing about, that much is clear. Mat is wise, something he says he learned from Y/n, and he’s not some egotistical man, looking for power. Sure, he’s confident in who he is, but that doesn’t make him conceited. He’s actually smart, despite what stigmas have been formed on hockey’s best. He’s not a one track man.

“Hockey has always been a big thing for me. It’s probably one of my biggest accomplishments, winning the cup and just having outstanding numbers, but my accomplishments don’t stop there. I’m proud of the man I’ve become and the father I’ve become. It’s taken a lot to not get crushed under the words and expectations of people on the outside. I still struggle with ignoring the unnecessary noise. Sometimes it seems like no one’s realized that I’ve grown up. To them I’m still a young boy who received too much too fast. I just want to say that I’m not denying that part of me, but that part of me is also stagnant. I’m not a young boy. I’m a man, a man with a wife and son. I know I’m still young in age, but certainly not my actions. Don’t get me wrong I’m not some grandpa. I get out, I drink and I sometimes act wild. I also know when to be responsible because I do have a son and a wife, whose reputation can easily be reflected off my own reputation.”

Mat Barzal is someone to be proud of. He’s also someone who many want to be friends with; I don’t blame them.

“My party days? I don’t know if my party days will ever be over. My wife, who’s younger than me, is a smoke show. I want to take her everywhere, show her off. She’s the love of my life, why wouldn’t I want to, you know. She’s also keeping me young and active. She usually doesn’t like to go to parties alone, so I’ve become accustomed to attending them with her. Plus, my teammates know how to throw a party, too. I love going to those and so does Y/n. Ever since having a son, it’s been a little harder to party. If it’s a get together, we’ll most likely bring Nolan along because we know there will be other kids there. And no, we’re not drinking or driving with our son around, or in general. If we have Nolan with us, I won’t drink, just simply enjoy the vibes and get drunk off my wife and see her enjoy herself. If it’s just Y/n and me, it’s a whole different story. We will get drunk together, but we will make sure we have a safe ride home through our car service.”

An all-around easy going guy with a great sense of humor, and an undying love for his wife and son. Hockey does not define this man.

For someone (Y/n) who’s so public about a lot of things, it really throws people for a loop when they’re out of the conversation about their relationship. I don’t even have to ask them about it, I see it all the time on Twitter. There are always questions about what’s going on, or if they’re even still together. The biggest speculation I’ve seen is that their relationship is all PR.

I honestly don’t understand the need for people to immediately demote a relationship to a PR one. It’s actually offensive, to the couple at least. I'm going to say it once, and once only, Y/n and Mat are not a publicity stunt. I feel that most people know that by now that they have a kid together, but if you didn’t know, now you do.

“We never thought our relationship would be such a big deal to many people, but anytime I’m not wearing islanders gear or pictured with barzy in the span of 1 minute, magazines are popping out new headlines by the minute. ‘Y/n and Mat: The Breakup of the Century,’ ‘Y/n no longer engaged to the hockey heartthrob.’ People live for us to say that our relationship is perfect. It’s not. That’s a fact. We’ve had so many issues in our relationship, not that we’d share all of them, but it’d just make everyone go ballistic if they knew. Something as complicated and beautiful as a relationship shouldn’t be dictated or have an opinion formed by people who know nothing about the couple and their history. Mat and I aren’t perfect; a big portion of our relationship has been built on our issues.”

Just because they’re a powerhouse couple, doesn’t mean they don’t have their insecurities. Talking with the couple, I learned a lot about how they feel like they have to hide their true feelings due to being perceived certain ways.

“A lot of fans expect us to be indestructible, yet they’re usually the ones tearing us down. I hate to admit it, but a lot of our fights have stemmed from actions of those watching us online. It’s not that we necessarily believe what they’re saying, but some of it lingers in the back of our minds. We then start to pull away and not talk about the way we feel. It’s going to surprise people when I say that Y/n and I have gone to couple’s therapy so early on in our relationship. It was a hard time that I wouldn’t change because it showed each other that we were in it no matter what. Thick and thin.”

“People might be bothered about what I’m about to admit, but I don’t really care. In the nicest way possible. Anytime I see someone talking negatively about OUR relationship, I post pictures of us. We can be doing the most mundane tasks, or out and about, I will post it to rub it in their face. Is it immature? Sure, to some. In all honesty, who wouldn’t show off their man if they’re as wonderful as barzy is. Sorry that y’all didn’t get to him first,” Y/n states, walking over to her husband and laying a passionate kiss on his lips. They’re clearly not bothered by the presence of others when indulging in each other.

a/n: This was something different for me to write, but I loved it and I hope y’all do too!!

#mat barzal #mat barzal fanfiction #mat barzal fic #mat barzal x reader #mat barzal imagine #mat barzal blurb #mat barzal smut #mat barzal fluff #mat barzal angst #nhl imagine #nhl fic #new york islanders #visceral in doses

[moirasdolly]

Moira NSFW Alphabet ᥫ᭡ ˖ ࣪

Contains: NSFW, mommy kink, praise, pet names, aftercare, size difference, teasing, dacryphilia

Listening to ♪ ིྀ: Role Model - Brent Faiyaz

Notes: I’m literally so obsessed with her… i can’t I CANTTTT AHHH!! But I definitely wanna do these for more characters so if you wanna request pleaseeee do 💗🐰 You can message me or do it in my asks hehe.

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Despite how mean she can get during sex she is definitely very gentle afterwards. She wipes down your thighs with a warm washcloth, gets you cleaned up nicely, dresses you in warm pajamas and holds you closely until you both fall asleep.

B = Body Part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partners)

She is a fan of her hands. They’re veiny, lithe, and perfectly capable of pleasing you. On you she adores everything, but she loves your waist the most. She loves how her nails dig into your sides and how the soft skin is so pliant under her touch.

Cum = (Anything to do with cum)

She is obsessed with making you cum. If you get messy, she has a mouth for a reason.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory)

She loves making you cry. She thinks you are just so pretty with glimmering tears running down your soft cheeks. She’ll overstimulate you until you break, and the sight of you sobbing for her is enough to make her cum.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Moira is old of course she knows what she’s doing. She’s had many partners in the past, but none compare to you.

F = Favorite Position (This goes without saying)

She likes to cage you in under her. She’s a tall woman and you just shrink under her. Moira just loves feeling dominant and being on top of you, maybe her knee in between your thighs, and her hands roaming your body, gives her that feeling. She also loves having her face between your thighs.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment? Are they humorous? etc)

I think she prefers to be serious in bed, but from time to time she likes to tease you.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they? Does the carpet match the drapes? etc)

Up to your imagination.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment? The romantic aspect)

Moira values intimacy in the bedroom above everything. She loves degradation and for every time she calls you her slut, her whore, or anything of the sort she will follow it up with praise and a sweet act that shows she truly loves you.

J = Jack off (Masterbation headcanon)

She doesn’t often, she doesn’t really have the drive to do it. That is unless you happen to send her a video of you playing with yourself while she’s stuck at work, then she can’t help it. You just work her up so much.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

She definitely has a mommy kink… It gives her a bit of a power trip.

L = Location (Favorite places to do the do)

Strictly the bedroom, she’s a very private woman and she wants to keep your sweet noises to herself. If she knows there’s no chance of getting caught then maybe, just maybe would she would eat you out in her lab.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

When you dress up for her. She loves seeing how beautiful you look only for her to strip it off of you nice and slow.

N = No (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

She will never be submissive. Ever. She likes to take care of you more than anything. When she’s on the receiving end, she will still find a way to be in control. She also never degrades you without immediately praising you. She never wants to make you feel unloved.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

She prefers giving, adores the noises you make when she’s between your thighs.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc)

Usually slow and sensual, but if you beg her to go faster, harder, she will oblige.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies, how often, etc)

Not a fan at all. She loves taking her time with you. She likes to see you come undone by her own doing.

R = Risks (Are they game to experiment? Do they take risks? etc)

Ehhh… not really. She knows what she likes and she knows what you like, but if you ever wanted to try something new she would try it at least once to please you.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for? How long do they last?)

Oh my lord, I just know Moira can last the whole night. She’ll want to cum at least once but you? She’ll give you one release after another.

T = Toys (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

She definitely owns a vibrator and a strap, but she uses them on you only.

U = Unfair (How much they like to tease)

Normally she loves giving you what you want, but some days she just wants to see you beg for her. She loves seeing how you react to her teasing.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make, etc)

She moans quietly, but the sound is amplified because she’ll do it right in your ear. Make you soak up every last sound she makes.

W = Wildcard (A random headcanons for the character)

She secretly loves when you *try* to take control. She gives the illusion that she’ll submit to you, but truly she’ll always be in control. She just gets off on how happy it makes you.

X = X-ray (Let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

She’s pretty lean, but toned as well. Have you seen her v-line in her banshee skin? Yeah…

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Pretty high. Multiple times a week for sure.

Z = Zzz (How quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Not quickly at all. She likes to take care of you and make sure you’re feeling your best before even considering sleep.

#moira x reader #moira o'deorain #moira x fem reader #dolly headcanons ♡

[cursedvibes]

for the headcanons: takaba and uro

Thank you for the ask and interesting character suggestion!

Takaba

Sexuality Headcanon:

I think if he really likes someone, he doesn't care about gender (like he would like Kenjaku no matter what gender or sex they currently have), but he generally prefers men. In his everyday life he essentially lives and is treated like a gay men, so that's what he mostly identifies as. Like how despite what his partners say he shows no interest or plans to ever marry and have children, it seems to be entirely out of the question for him. You could say that he wants to dedicate himself to comedy fully, but most successful comedians are married, so that's not really an argument. And while having unstable income while you are still relatively unknown is a factor, the reason he is so driven to make it isn't so he can support the typical heterosexual family. Same with his classmate in university, who teases him for being unpopular with girls, which Takaba doesn't care about at all. So he definitely seems used to being seen as some flavour of queer.

I also have this headcanon that Centerman not only made him laugh for the first time, but was also his gay awakening. I mean if you look at the constume and some of the sketches...young Takaba saw Centerman spread his ass cheeks on TV and suddenly felt very funny.

Gender Headcanon:

I think he's mostly cis, but likes to dabble in gender non-conformity by wearing some make-up or dresses both for sketches and privately. I mean, he clearly likes dressing up and had no problem playing around with gender with Kenjaku. I don't think it would've bothered him much if Kenjaku had temporarily given him some boobs. He'd just play along and have fun.

A ship I have with said character:

Pinchan or TakaKen (very surprising answer I know). I didn't expect it at all when the fight started, but those two have become so perfect together in such a short period of time, it's insane. One of the few Kenjaku ships, where I can say that they are actually making each other better. Kenjaku had an immensily good impact on Takaba's mental health. Helped him out of a crisis, encouraged his comedy style and made him reconnect with aspects of himself he tried to suppress. I'm curious how this will develop when Takaba wakes up again and finds out his new partner is dead.

A BROTP I have with said character:

Hazenoki. We've only seen a little bit of them, but I love their interactions. Somehow Takaba is very good at buddying up with mass murderers. Hazenoki is throwing his body parts around and tries to kill Takaba and he's like "friends? 🥺"

A NOTP I have with said character:

Megumi. It's one of those ships where I genuinely don't even want to look at it. I just can't stand it at all. Thankfully the main shipper of it here on tumblr has me blocked and it's not that popular on twt either, so I rarely have to see it.

A random headcanon:

Takaba has connections to the drag scene and sometimes performs with them. That's how he gets some of his costumes, make-up and dresses. They also showed him how to took (like the original Centerman), but most of the time he doesn't bother to. Understandable because doing that for most of the Culling Game would be very painful and unhealthy.

General Opinion over said character:

I used to think he was a bit annoying and I didn't see much point in him (although his first introduction was very intriguing), but he's really grown on me and unexpectantly become one of my faves.

Takako

Sexuality Headcanon:

Hmm, hard to really pin down. I think she also hasn't had much time to really explore her sexuality like many aspects of her identity, but I'd say she prefers girls. The men she's been surrounded with don't make anything else very tempting. I think she could use a break from them for a while.

Gender Headcanon:

Woman, but unlike with your regular cis person this has actually been a choice for her to some degree and something she discovered about herself. Of course she has always faced sexism, but due to being robbed of her identity when serving the Fujiwara, she had to redefine or discover womanhood for herself. She does it for example by highlighting her body and not hiding it anymore. Being naked and confident in the body she has is freedom for her and shows her individuality. Her CT can be used to hide herself, which I think she did a lot while working for the Fujiwara, the entire idea was for her to essentially not exist, but she has turned it into something liberating for her.

A ship I have with said character:

Yorozu. They lived at the same time in the same location, but with wildly different experiences. I've talked before a bunch about how I think Yorozu with her nakedness and brash attitude might've been an inspiration for Takako. She was in a similar position to Yorozu, but Yorozu was able to spin it to her advantage and actually gain power and status from it, while Takako was only exploited. I hope that whenever we get another Heian flashback that we will see these two again.

btw, I got this wonderful Uro x Yorozu comic when participating in an exchange event. It's fantastic, you should check it out! Made me love the two all the more.

A BROTP I have with said character:

Kenjaku I guess? Unfortunately, there aren't that many characters she's close to. I think it's interesting that she doesn't see them as solely manipulative and has a kind of positive attitude towards them. I could see them talking politics together and also Kenjaku riling her up to accept a second life shortly before she will be executed.

A NOTP I have with said character:

Yuuta...I don't think I need to say much about that. I already hated their interactions in Sendai. The fact this is even a thing and mostly seems to consist of Yuuta objectifying her or "putting her in her place" already makes me want to bleach my brain...

A random headcanon:

I think she used to wear something similar to shinobi wear while working for the Fujiwara. She can conceal herself with her CT, but she would also cover up her body from top to bottom except for maybe the eyes, so there would be nothing anyone could identify her by.

General Opinion over said character:

Always loved her. I hope she survives the Culling Game and is able to start a new life. Out of all the reincarnated sorcerers she deserves it the most. I mean, she doesn't kill people if she doesn't have to, so there's no danger coming from her. Wishful thinking, but maybe she'll make it out by staying low...

#asks #takaba fumihiko #uro takako

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since sean was the first to die(rip king😔), we never rly saw him deal w the death of the other members. how do you think a situation like that would go and who's death would impact him the most?

Oooh boy, what a great question!! 

So, I do think Sean would feel obligated to keep things light, but we also KNOW that he’s the one that likes to remember people and talk about the ones he cared for. I can 100% see him being the main push for letting people feel grief in a safe manner; Sean would be the one sitting at the campfire telling funny and heartwarming stories about the dead person, and encouraging other people to open up and share stories too.

At the same time, I 100% see him being weighed down HEAVY by certain deaths in private. If he survived past Arthur’s death, for example, that would absolutely rock his world. Same with Lenny’s death; if not from a shipping perspective, simply because Lenny is the youngest gun, is smart, and a friend of Sean’s. I think that would put some things in perspective for him real quick, and internally he’d be having a REAL bad time. Thing is, Sean isn’t really one to show a whole lot of negativity, so I don’t think this would be apparent to anyone who didn’t know how to look for it.

Additionally, I do genuinely think both Kieran and Molly’s deaths would hit him HARD. I’ve talked with several friends now about how Sean, Molly, and Kieran do all three have a connection with Ireland, and probably did feel a faint sense of kinship over it. Molly feeling unsafe and more alone after both Sean and Kieran dying right after one another makes a world of sense, even if she wasn’t really close to either of them, simply because of what they represent to one another. I can imagine her death hitting Sean in a similar way, and Kieran’s death would also absolutely sour certain things for him – ESPECIALLY since if you get all their possible interactions over the course of Horseshoe & Clemens Point, the two DO actually develop a repertoire between one another. 

Hosea’s death is a rough one, I think. Sean and Hosea’s relationship is of great interest to me, because there’s a LOT of conflict there, and Hosea is definitely among the– Less kind gang members, to Sean. Still though, Sean does clearly have some regard for Hosea as a wiser older man, as shown by him actually asking Hosea about their situation, clearly seeking advice and/or comfort regarding it. In large part I think Hosea’s death would be somewhat overshadowed by Lenny’s, to Sean at least, but there would very much be a sense of… Indignation, maybe? The context of this being one of the founding members of the gang, Dutch’s partner in crime, this voice of authority, now dead for what? 

Sean, at his core, is a people person. There’s no way any of the deaths wouldn’t leave an impression.

One thing I can then see happening is… A sort of disillusionment for Sean, when it comes to Dutch & the gang? Imagine all these rapid rate deaths of people you care about, and when you look to your leader he doesn’t really… Do or say anything? About it?? 

I think, similarly to my reasoning as to why I think Sean would’ve sided with Arthur in the end had he gotten that far, Sean isn’t as fully sold on every aspect of Dutch’s talk nor as fully invested as Arthur and John are (with their specific daddy issues lmfao). That WOULD allow Sean to grow more critical, and as more people die, I can imagine us actually getting to see Sean possibly become more– Well, for a lack of a better word, more Arthur-like. “He’s just a younger version of you” and all that, here’s Sean at around the same age Arthur was when he lost Eliza and Isaac, watching people that matter to him die through a failure of leadership, if you will. It makes sense to me that Sean would start harboring a similar sense of anger, that would probably start grounding him a bit more. 

This is all obviously assuming that Sean survives and everything happens the exact same way, which, as I’ve talked about before, I think is extremely unlikely! But it’s an interesting thought experiment for sure!!

Thank you so much for this question!! I enjoyed writing this a lot, and Sean’s potential journey in the story when surviving his scripted death has always been a point of deep fascination to me, so I LOVE getting to think abt stuff like this!!!

#i took a REALLY analytical approach to this question bcz otherwise i'd have started sobbing lmfao #id just be crying all over ur dash. wailing. im fine though its okay lmaoo #teki talks #sean macguire #rdr2 sean #sean rdr2 #rdr2 #red dead redemption 2 #rdr thoughts #asks #rdr asks #meta asks

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Hey! If you’re interested in doing so For Science or something, I could go a run down on your favourite moments from the Act On interviews. I really feel like Rob is so comfortable and engaged in those, they’re a delight.

I can definitely do this! This is right up my alley because I completely agree, I feel like the Act On This interviews are when we get the best glimpse of him just being him because it isn't press related. And quite frankly, him just being himself is more interesting to me than watching someone answer the same five questions over and over again on a press tour. (Not that I'd complain if he did do more press. I'll take whatever I can get, I'm not fussy.)

I'm going to apologize ahead of time for the length and because this will most likely be a very unorganized list. I considered doing video clips but Tumblr just makes that too much of a pain in the ass. 😩

(* I decided to really only do the most recent Act On This because otherwise I'd be here all damn week trying to make a list and ain't no one got time to read that. 😂)

First off, it's not exactly a moment but like previously mentioned—just the general vibe of these interviews. It's so much more laid back and less professional (in a good way) so we get to see The Hot Mess Express™ in all of his glory and who wouldn't appreciate that small glimpse into his unfiltered chaos? These gifs literally happened within seconds of each other. Between him dropping his phone, struggling to set it right, then immediately breaking into dance, I get whiplash just watching.

2. I won't gif this one because he's so understandably private about his kids, but the moment when one of them bursts in not long after the above moment. And honestly, there isn't anything there to gif (again, not that I ever would) because boy was quick as lightning to turn that camera to protect his kid's privacy. 100/10. For all of his goofing off, Dad was quick to Dad™. And even with that distraction and the speed with which he remedied it—he still kept up with what Ross was asking and saying to him. For all the talk of how much of a class clown he is, it appears he can still handle his shit without missing a beat when it really matters and this was a prime example of that.

3. When he pretty much just admitted to being drunk during the Christmas trivia. Keep it real, that's how we like it. 😎

4. This one may be considered a boring choice but another one of my favorite aspects of the Act On This interviews is hearing him get to speak so candidly about his acting process. It's not something most actors really get to discuss in great length with traditional press anymore unless they're the pretentious, insufferable, method sort that make headlines with their extremes. But hearing him discuss how he tried to find ways to bring warmth to the character in The Inheritance made me even more interested in seeing it—to see how much of it they kept, to see if the attempts were even successful. He talked about adding humor because otherwise the audience might grow tired of these fighting siblings and he's right. When he finally does settle down and get serious, he gives incredibly insightful answers and I feel like his approach to most characters is just spot on. So yeah, a thoughtful answer that also increased my interest in an upcoming project is a major win.

5. It's happened over the course of a few different Act On This interviews so it's a bit hard to gif or anything but when either he or Ross mentions how frugal he is. 😅😂 He's got a five year old IPhone (which shouldn't be remarkable but lbr), his laptop supposedly only works if it's plugged into the wall, he'd rather have the money than a make-up artist, and I'm almost positive there are examples I'm missing. Love me a frugal king. 👑

6. I wouldn't call this one a moment really, more so just another example of why I love Act On This—for little pieces of insight and perspective like this. I like learning how people cope with different things and what tools they use, this one is also just very relatable because it's something I find myself also doing as I get older too (although not in audition rooms, obviously).

7. Similar to the last one, whenever he talks about how he's found ways to deal with nerves. It's especially interesting to me because I feel like I've seen a lot of chatter among fans as to whether or not he gets nervous but he's pretty transparent about how his nerves have sabotaged him in the past. It's something else that's relatable, when he discusses finding methods that work for him (mindfulness really is slept on). It takes a certain level of vulnerability to admit when you've been actively searching for ways to cope and it's admirable to hear anyone not just admit it but to encourage others to do the same. Plus, don't we all watch these hoping for those honest moments?

8. Because I'm a trash person and I wouldn't be me without admitting it...every single moment when he has the audacity to just exist looking like this. 🤷‍♀️ He was 🔥🔥and I'm honest enough to admit that the eye candy is certainly a perk of any Act On This interview.

Honestly, I could keep going but I will spare us all.

Of course there's the obvious mentions too, like whenever he breaks into song and/or dance. The Christmas trivia was a pleasure. And like most people, I also enjoy just any little personal tidbit he's chosen to share throughout the years, even something as simple as what beer he wants to drink or his love of house plants.

Overall, I appreciate these interviews because like you said, they're just so comfortable and engaging. Once he gets the wiggles out there's usually some really great advice or tidbits shared so I really watch these always waiting on those moments and anything else is just icing on the cake.

Hopefully this was somewhat of a satisfactory answer and bless anyone that's read this far. 😳

[clockmax]

Could I get some dating/fucking Lyle Wainfleet headcanons? Or even the nsfw alphabet for him? I love him sm💙

Lyle Wainfleet - NSFW Alphabet

A/N: course bb <3 hope you enjoy this ❤️ funny story I was talking to my mutual about making a whole request information page when this popped in 😭

WARNINGS - not proofread, smut. Descriptions of cum, missionary position, mentions of punishment, praise, mentions of throat fucking, breeding, cockwarming, Masturbationen, mentions of a vibratory, mentions of semi-Public sex,cunnilingus, teasing, I think that’s it

MDNI, 18+ BELOW

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Deff pampers you. Immediate cuddles and lovey dovey. Always checking in after to make sure you’re not hurt or anything. Lyle would reassure you did well, that you felt amazing and what not. Probably making sone jokes to have you laugh a lil too <3

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

His: I wanna take a spin and say his neck or his face. Cant pick. I have no idea but I’d feel like he’s a neck/face kinda dude

Yours: everything. Simply can’t pick one. He loves your body and pretty much cherishes it whenever he can. Lyle just loves everything about you

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Wanna go off the deep end and say it’s a lil watery but still thick. Probably a sweet salty taste but not salty salty yk. Probably warm, enough to give you some last pleasure after he comes

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He really really wants to fuck your throat. He won’t say but Lyle most definitely wants to hold your head in place while he uses your throat. He wants to know how warm it would feel, how your cheeks suck him in, your teary eyes as you feel him hit deep in your mouth. I’d let him use my throat any day

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

He had some expired r back at earth that stuck with him when he became an avatar, nothing too experienced though. He definitely improved his style of sex n stuff when he started dating you

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Strikes me as the “legs up missionary” person. He just wants to see every facial expression you make while he buries deep I to your walls

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

I think he’d be more serious during sex but a little goofy after.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

I think he’s a pretty well groomed dude. I mean he’s probably got a few stray ones but majority of the time he keeps it nice.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Deff focused on you mostly unless it’s a punishment kinda thing. He’ll praise you and make sure you’re getting the upmost pleasure while knowing he loves you

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Lyle doesn’t Jack off often, he’d rather have sex with you but let’s say he’s away or something, Lyle would deff do it to the memory of you around him, your Mia a, your touches, anything about you.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Breeding. Cant tell me otherwise

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Lyle seems more of a private person so the bedroom, but if you’re feeling risky he’ll be willing to do something semi-public

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

You. The way your hips away when you walk, your eyes, your perfect breasts, just you alone has him popping a hard one.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Probably like nasty nasty stuff (ifykyk) just grosses him out

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Giving! He loves the way you taste, your thighs squishing around him while he had you come undone on his tongue.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Normally he’s be slow but still rough, unless you pushed him off or disobeyed him you are fucked (literally. Will not be walking for the next MONTH.)

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Lyle doesn’t really like quickies. He likes To drag it out, see you orgasm and lust over pleasure then a five minute done kinda thing.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Yes! He’d be willing to try different things with you. He’d take a risk with you sometimes, try a new position. New style, new link, that stuff.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

I wanna say he could probably last 3 rounds maybe inside of you, he just can’t get enough of how you feel

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Probably not, I mean he might put you on a vibrator until you’re begging for him as a punishment but not really

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He’s a teaser. If he’s feeling like a ass he’ll edge you, or maybe whisper into your ear at random points if the day until you can’t hold back anymore.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Definitely a groaner and moaner. I ❤️ myself a good loud man

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

He probably cockwarm after sex cause he’s tryna keep it snug in you

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

BEEN WAITING ON THIS

good 10-12 inches, maybe 2-4 fir girth. Light blue with a darkened tip. Deff a stretch to get in

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Probably high but not too high. He loves sex with you but not the type of dude to have it like 25/8

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Maybe a few minutes after you, just making sure you’re all snug

#lyle wainfleet #lyle wainfleet smut #avatar smut #lyle wainfleet x reader

[tokusaatsus]

Hello! May I request some hcs on potential red flags that each ALKALOID member + HiMERU has in a relationship? I really enjoy your works! <3

RED FLAGS IN A RELATIONSHIP

ft. amagi hiiro, ayase mayoi, HiMERU, kazehaya tatsumi, shiratori aira

© tokusaatsus 2022

warnings: minor spoilers for himeru's backstory, self-doubt (mayoi and aira), minor mentions of violence and toxic relationships (hiiro), mentions of religious? guilt (tatsumi)

He’s unused to putting himself first

Now, I’m not entirely sure if this counts as a “red” flag per se, but it can definitely be a problem when it comes to relationships.

A huge basis for dating, marriage, etc, is balance. Give and take, push and pull, equivalent exchange. Hiiro isn’t entirely sure of how to work with this. He’s used to being ignored, shunted to the side, forgotten in favour of things deemed greater.

Before idols, before Alkaloid, before you, the only person who ever treated him like an equal instead of an object was Rinne, and his relationship with his brother is worlds away from his relationship with you.

As ½ of a relationship, he’d be more inclined to make himself useful, trying to see how long it would take you to toss him aside and how he can prevent that. It seems like a sweet gesture, but it gets overbearing as time goes on, especially when you’re trying to be independent.

Hiiro isn’t used to boundaries–having had his own be disregarded multiple times–so he might accidentally do something that makes you uncomfortable without realising, which is a major thing to focus on.

Just make sure that you give and take in equal measure, lest you find the carefully crafted equilibrium of your relationship falls apart.

He’s overly insecure + tries to overcompensate

Insecurity in relationships is normal. It’s inevitable that one party may feel as though they aren’t doing enough, or that the other party is carrying too many of the burdens. Reassuring your partner that, yes, they are doing enough, is common in relationships.

But with Mayoi, all this insecurity? It’s dialled up to the max. Even over the slightest mistake, he’s stammering terrified apologies and begging for your forgiveness. No matter how many times you tell him that it’s okay, it’s fine, he still continues to act like this.

Similarly to Hiiro, Mayoi isn’t used to being put first, so he’s probably going to overcompensate for it in an attempt to make you like him better. He tries to be as perfect and quiet as possible, to not cause you any trouble, and it’s… Unnerving, to say the least.

He also tries to stop his more…“weird” behaviors, such as hiding in the vents, in case it makes you uncomfortable. This kind of thing-changing yourself to fit the expectations of the person you care for–only serves to cause resentment to fester, where you start to begrudge the other person for not feeling like you can be yourself around them.

With Mayoi, you have to tread carefully.

They hide things from you

Secrecy isn’t exactly a bad thing–it’s good to have interests and a life outside of your partner, of course, and oversharing is also an aspect of a potentially toxic relationship–but when taken to extremes, it can cause a strain. It’s fine to hide some things, but the basis of a healthy relationship is communication.

Unfortunately for HiMERU, this is the thing they struggle with the most.

No matter how they may feel about you, there are just some things they cannot share with you. And it’s true, you try your best to remain understanding–after all, the life of an idol is filled with strict rules and regulations. Scandals are not uncommon in this line of work, and to keep your image, above all, untarnished, takes a lot of careful consideration and effort.

HiMERU, in particular, has a lot to lose should any of their private information come to light.

Despite how much they trust you, the one thing they absolutely cannot afford to lose is their life as an idol. It is not just their existence that hinges upon it, but also the dreams of the one person HiMERU owes their existence to rests upon this current “arrangement”.

HiMERU knows they’re being selfish trying to hide things from you when the whole point of being in a relationship is to share the burdens, but this is how their life is, and they’ve just adapted to it.

If they lose you, they have no one to blame but themselves.

He pushes you away when things get bad

Despite how it may seem to others, Tatsumi feels quite a lot of guilt.

For what happened at Reimei, for what happened to Sazanami, for what happened to Kaname. All of it is his fault, one way or another. He is the thread that ties everything together. On his knees, in front of a statue of the Lord, he ruminates.

Good things come in pairs. Sazanami. Kaname. Sazanami, Kaname. Sazanami and Kaname.

Bad things happen in threes. Reimei. The Revolution. Kazehaya Tatsumi.

There’s an old saying–“if an unfortunate event has already occurred twice , it will most likely happen a third time.” Tatsumi occurred once. He will occur again.

He ruins things, he is aware. Reimei. Sazanami. Kaname. He fears he may ruin you too. So, he pushes you away. Keeps you at an arm’s length. Oh, it’s not very obvious. But for Tatsumi, to go from soft and gentle to impassioned and cold is a rather large indicator.

This causes a rift. For one thing, you’re not sure how to approach him. He’s not used to being in a partnership. He’s more used to being seen as the “experienced” one. You want to tell him to stop closing himself off, to just…talk to you.

You know he won’t.

He’s naïve and immature 

With Aira, life as an idol is a dream come true.

He’s spent years admiring them from afar, and to be able to interact with them on the daily–much less stand on the same stage as them–is something he cherishes dearly.

However, he feels as though he’s lacking in skills. When compared with the rest of Alkaloid, he still thinks he’s nowhere near as competent as the others. Of course, it’s to be expected with Tatsumi, who has more experience, but Aira can’t help but feel a little jealous over how quickly both Mayoi and Hiiro have progressed as well.

I feel that Aira is still rather naïve–in the sense that he has been quite sheltered all his life–and so he gets quite defensive when he feels he’s not as good as he should be. This spurs him to be more focused in his work, which is a great thing, definitely! But it also causes a rift between you two, when you try to speak to him about maybe toning it down a bit? Which is understandable, of course. It happens on occasion, when you feel that people are invalidating your work or criticising your methods.

Still, it can be quite exhausting to have to deal with people who are quick to anger, or those with hot tempers–easily getting defensive over a slight comment, especially when you are in a committed relationship.

notes!

WC: 1.1k words

reze txt hng… im not too happy w this but i felt that if i didn’t post it now i’d spend hours agonising over it and then just. not post it so. shrugs. i hope this fit what u had in mind anonnie <3 and ty for the compliment mwah <3

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[gatakat]

surrender | part 3

Sakusa was a pretty confident person in some aspects of his life, while a nervous wreck in others. Just like, he guessed, most people. 

While he was, for example, unbeatable in volleyball, his general distaste of dirtiness, sickness, crowds and the like could become kind of an inconvenience from time to time. The discomfort he felt in those situations could easily manifest in actual physical symptoms ranging from dizziness to hyperventilation or even, albeit more rarely, a panic attack.

Currently, his condition had decided to reveal itself in the form of a nauseating feeling in the pit of his stomach. It wasn't the most common symptom he experienced, but it was one of the most uncomfortable ones.

For better or for worse, the many years of living with his anxieties had given Sakusa an approximate guide on how to proceed whenever it all started to get the best of him. It began with examining the situation and trying to rationalize it. It didn’t always work, though, but it was always worth a try.

Sakusa took a deep breath, and tried to remember.

It was Bokuto’s birthday celebration. Most of the team plus some of Bokuto’s other friends had all been invited. That was a lot of unknown people, for starters. On top of that, the first bar they had gone to was pretty packed. It was, most likely, a big reason why he was feeling like this. But not a sufficient one.

Next, the alcohol currently in his system definitely wasn’t helping. He hadn’t drank much, though. He didn’t really enjoy it, and it often messed with his perception of things, so he tended to avoid it.

Thirdly, he didn’t have many really solid reasons to believe the dried squid they had at the second bar was bad but, in retrospect, he kind of remembered it tasting kind of funny. Although, no one else had mentioned anything. He’d been distracted, though. 

There had been way too many things happening at once in that moment, the most notable of them being Bokuto screaming as he opened his birthday presents and hugged everyone who presented him with an additional one... One of his old high school friends smacked him on the head for hugging the girl assistants for too long; Bokuto continued yelling… It was a complete mess.

But there was something else that didn't feel completely right: Sakusa had felt nauseous way too fast. Like, two bites into the squid fast.

The feeling, in particular, had started with the dried squid and stayed constant for a couple of hours, not worsening or improving until Bokuto decided that the group move from the second bar to a third location: a karaoke bar. That was where they currently were.

Of course Sakusa wasn’t going to sing even if his life depended on it so, as soon as the group settled into their private karaoke room for the night, he took a seat at the back and just thought about his nausea and watched. And, in doing that, he witnessed the one event that brought him to a dreadful realization about said nausea.

Two songs in, Bokuto decided he’d apparently die if he didn’t get to sing a duet with you. He was pretty drunk, and you weren’t exactly sober, either, although definitely a lot more lucid than him. Despite your flustered protests, Bokuto pulled your hand and brought you to the center of the room with him, then chose the cheesiest fucking love song on the list. You dragged a hand over your face, not really hiding your embarrassed smile.

The song started and, much to everyone’s surprise, Bokuto grabbed your hand, interlocked his fingers with yours, and started singing while looking directly into your face, his eyes blatantly focusing on your mouth. Sakusa felt a cold sweat run down his back, and the discomfort in his stomach redoubled. Bokuto was singing his heart out, clearly attempting to make you laugh by parodying the original singer. And he was succeeding in this and, at the same time, embarrassing you by totally failing to hide his huge crush on you. It was unclear if on purpose or not. You doubled over in laughter, but still held onto his hand and played along. Sakusa felt like throwing up. Then, he came to his realization. 

Slowly, Sakusa’s eyebrows raised as if of their own accord, in disbelief. A sort of dry laugh bubbled up his throat. This couldn’t be happening. It simply couldn’t be.

His eyes briefly drifted to you. Your cheeks were pink and your eyes shiny.

Your gaze fell on him for a split second and he felt the nausea increase in intensity.

Fuck.

Sakusa rubbed his temples in bemusement. It couldn’t be real. God… not him.

Without saying a word to anybody, Sakusa got up and quietly exited the room. He closed the door behind him carefully, and rested his back on it. Then he looked up at the ceiling in the dimly lit hallway and breathed deeply. 

Ah…

So that was it, huh? It was never the fucking squid. The nausea began when Bokuto hugged you after you gave him his present. Then, and only then.

Pathetic. Just pathetic.

Sakusa dragged his hand over his face. This couldn't possibly be happening to him. No. You were just a manager at the team he played for, someone he helped get home safely every day out of genuine kindness and compassion. He wasn’t trying to get into your pants by doing that, although he knew no one would believe him if he said it. But it was true. He didn’t even care much about you back when he made the decision; he only felt bad for you. Really. And there had never been one single flirty instance between you two in that train, that much was certain, even though chances had been probably many. Your relationship was purely friendly and professional. 

Sure, he had stared at you a couple of times, maybe. But, who hadn’t? He was only human! Plus, even Hinata drooled after you! Miya had way too many girls after him to even bother with you, but that didn’t mean he didn’t find you attractive. Not to mention Bokuto. And on a hot Summer day, like the many that had occurred during the past couple of months, with you right next to him in a sundress, who wouldn’t have stared? 

No. This was nothing. This had to be nothing. Less than a silly crush. This was just the aftermath of you showing up to Bokuto’s birthday in that tiny minidress you were wearing, and the fact that the last person he'd kissed had been his mom.

Besides, he couldn’t get jealous of Bokuto, of all people, for goodness sake. The guy was dumber than a rock, and probably digging his own grave by singing that song to you on top of that.

Sakusa shut his eyes tight and shook his head, as if, by doing so, he could also shake all those annoying thoughts from his mind. Yet the discomfort persisted; it even increased in intensity, and Sakusa let out a big sigh. 

Of course, this was only typical of him, to fall for the same girl his friend liked. 

What the fuck was he going to do now? He didn't know how to flirt. He had none of the confidence that other guys showed around the girls they liked. Plus, he wasn't boyfriend material. Hell, he was barely friend material. He wasn't an amazingly good person like you were. He was too anxious, too irritable and too somber for someone kind and cheerful like you to even think of giving him the time of day. And, even if the idea of actually saying more than two words in a row to you and winning you over wasn't completely ridiculous... then what? His idea of a good time was to stay home playing videogames. No girl in her mind would ever agree to a relationship like that. At least not a girl as sociable as you were.

No. He couldn't let this whole thing distract him from his performance on the court, and much less affect his self-esteem. All of this was nothing but a waste of time.

Sakusa stood in the hallway looking at the ceiling for a very long time, until he came to the conclusion that there was no conclusion to come to. He just needed to calm down. There was not much else he could do, anyway, so he counted up to ten slowly. 

One.

Two.

Three. So, he liked you. Well. There was not much to do about it. 

Four. Just endure it, like he endured many other things in his daily life. 

Five. He could do that. He was used to it.

Six. Love… was just like another type of illness, wasn't it? You could take precautions and…

Seven. Not that he loved you, mind you. What he meant is, well. You know. Accidents happen! Right?

Eight. You can take precautions and still get sick. So it's the same with catching, uh, feelings. Hm. Exactly.

Nine. He just had to endure it. Yeah. Ignore it. And it'd eventually go away. Yeah...

Ten.

Sakusa breathed out slowly, then straightened up. He was ready to go back into the room. 

The song was over. When Sakusa opened the door again, Bokuto was still standing in the center of the room, browsing the karaoke list again. Even with his back to Sakusa, he exuded this overpowering energy, the same of a man who knew he was getting exactly what he wanted. You were sitting with the other managers, beet red to the tip of your ears, and hiding your face into a girl’s neck in embarrassment. But Sakusa tried not to look at you. He quietly went back to his seat by the corner and pulled out his phone, started mindlessly browsing the first social media app his fingers found. No one seemed to have noticed his absence. The party went on.

Bokuto picked the opening song for a popular children’s cartoon, then walked over to you, got down on one knee, and held a microphone out to you. 

“Beautiful lady,” he said, his words slurred, his free hand on his chest. “Would you do me the honor of singing this next song with me?” 

You laughed. The other managers started squealing.

“Oh, my God.” You said.

You picked the microphone and stood up, giggling nonstop. 

Giggling, giggling, giggling. 

And Sakusa felt a jolt in his stomach again.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. 

Fuck!!

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[contractbound]

On Birthdays...

Months-old thoughts on my birthday (and birthdays in general), ranging from my current-day speculations on my "birth" to my relationship to the concept over the centuries. Taken from private messages and reformatted more into essay form (albeit a messy one, riddled with author's notes written today).

December 2023 ; 1459 words

In the present day, I oftentimes wonder what that day in April (I can never remember which day) means for me in specific. (Author's Note: Turns out it's the 17th. I was reminded by my friends wishing me a happy birthday on call at midnight last night.) Is it actually the day I came into existence, or does it have some other kind of significance? Since its specifically listed as my birthday, I'd assume it's the former, unless it's a symbolic "birth" in some way, shape, or form.

There's also the issue of how Tey/vat's days and months may differ from Earth's, and the accuracy of this birthday. I mean, it's probably the closest equivalent we have, since I'd imagine there's a "language barrier" (so to speak) between Tey/vat's time and Earth's time that's too severe to overcome. I probably couldn't figure out a "truer" birth date for myself even if I tried (though being canon divergent is always a possibility as well).

Also, thinking about my "birthday" within my and Gen/shin's general canon makes me wonder how I came into existence in the first place. Did I just spawn in? Did I have any form of "parent" or creator? I could be wrong, but my current theory is I simply manifested somehow (as in without the direct and intentional influence of outside sources), more or less fully grown, just obviously naive because I was new to the world. (Author's Note: Cloud Re/tainer's story has since more or less confirmed my suspicions by citing adep/ti as having been "born amongst the elemental energy that courses between heaven and earth", which aligns with my speculations. I find this information very interesting.)

Leaning fully into the topic of canon now, it's probably not that hard to guess how I might have regarded my birthdays during my time on Tey/vat. One thing I was very good at was staying in eternal stasis, specifically in a state of not caring for myself. It's not like I could even afford to care, most of the time. As such, for most of my life I had never once given my birthday any importance, and I doubt I ever acknowledged or even remembered it much, at least not without prompting from other people. (Author's Note: To an extent, I know I'm lying about not being able to afford to care for myself. I definitely couldn't afford to do so earlier in life, but after Mo/rax took me in, it was less of an issue. At times, it was even encouraged. Like I mentioned before...prompting from other people.)

Still, even if I never gave it any importance, I probably still had different views on the concept of "birthdays" depending on what stage in my life I was at.

Very early in my life (I'm not sure the exact timeline but I'm talking the first few centuries or even decades), I doubt I had any awareness of the concept of a birthday, or what significance it had. I was probably more or less aware of how much time i had existed for, but human concepts were not even on my radar.

Once I'd gotten into the habit of looking into people's dreams, I might've gotten glimpses of birthday celebrations, among other aspects of human culture. But since it would only be small zero context glimpses, I don't think that would have given me a thorough grasp on the concept anyway. I'm going to go with the assumption that I regarded birthdays with a little bit of acknowledgement and importance, but not at all towards myself because I wasn't aware that it could apply to me. My understanding, curiosity, and enthusiasm would only have been directed towards others and towards the concept itself.

Under my former god, they gave me a better look at human life and culture, and an even more potent look into their dreams. Something as specific as birthdays were likely never a focus, but would still be one of the many things I'd get to learn more about as I gained a further understanding of humans and how they worked. Unfortunately, this god was one that, at least during the war, resented human life, only seeing it as something to make an example of or use to their advantage. That's a tangent, however.

Basically, they weren't the best teacher for this kind of thing. While that phase of my life greatly deepened my understanding of dreams and anything about humanity that was revealed to me through them, the principles and beliefs drilled into me were cruel, and I acted accordingly. Overall, I'd say I gave the concept of birthdays minimal acknowledgement. The only importance given to it (if any) would probably have been according to the god's agenda. I still wouldn't be applying the concept to myself at all, and honestly my perception of time was probably completely demolished as well.

After being taken in by Mo/rax and having all the other Yak/shas with me, I was a lot more closed off towards the world. I was no longer curious or adaptable, and only wanted to focus on fulfilling my contract (i.e being nothing more than a weapon). The other Yak/shas did not share this sentiment, and were endlessly curious about mortal life. Of course, Mor/ax didn't share my sentiment either. Being our god, he had no intention to completely distance himself from the humans he had to protect and govern.

In the case of the other Yak/shas, if they knew their "birthdays", or picked some for themselves, I don't doubt they'd want to celebrate themselves and each other whenever the day came. Thinking about it, I get the feeling that if our birthdays were symbolic, chosen dates, we'd pick the days Mo/rax took us in...but that's tangential.

The others wouldn't let me off the hook until I told them my "birthday", and then when the day rolled around, wouldn't let me off the hook until I celebrated with them. I was stubborn, and considered it frivolous, but couldn't avoid them without feeling at least a little bad....so I let it happen. I was forced to acknowledge the occasion known as the birthday and give it importance. Not just as a general concept, either, but specifically mine and those of the people closest to me.

Well, I say "forced", but honestly, i came to enjoy it over time. Not that I'd ever admit it then.

As for the general concept and human customs, I closed myself off from that and stopped feeling curious. It really felt best to distance myself from mortal affairs as best as I could, and not involve myself more than necessary. Still, it was hard to completely distance myself when I had the others to forcibly involve me.

In the centuries following Fu/she's disappearance, I was completely closed off and truly lived only to fight, save for a few foolish personal endeavours. I could probably ramble on about this period of my life in general, but specifically in the context of birthdays, I don't think I have any insight.

Finally, in the time after meeting Aether...in many cases, it was like being back with the others. He developed a stubborn interest in me, and made me open my eyes to the world around me again. For the first time in centuries, I allowed my birthday to be acknowledged and celebrated.

The first time he wished me happy birthday and prepared a celebration for me, it was probably quite jarring. Honestly, I don't know if I ever got fully used to it. But I did eventually come to enjoy it. Over time, I opened up and let myself be curious again, and with Aether living regularly among mortals, I got to learn more than I ever had, with no strings attached, no ulterior motives. I doubt I ever came to fully embrace/understand mortal traditions, maybe calling them frivolous or confusing, but inside I enjoyed learning, and most of all sharing it with him.

Overall, this is probably the most (healthy) acknowledgement and importance I'd be giving to my birthday, and slowly I'd be letting myself be curious about birthdays as a general custom too. I'd also come to look forward to Aether's "birthday" as well, whether it was actually the day he came to be, or something symbolic.

I could never forget any other friends I'd let into my life, either. My social circle grew over time, and I had bridged many gaps between myself and the people around me. Most memorably, I grew closer to the other adep/ti, and occasionally joined their festivities.

Perhaps between immortals, the concept of a "birthday" works differently from how mortals go about it, but the sentiment stays the same.

#laments #kinposting #fictionkin #hello‚ i'm still here. just forgot to do anything but lurk again #if i were to share these thoughts‚ i figured this would be as good a day as any to do so #to me these thoughts are directionless and a whole lot of nothing and i wonder if any of this is outdated by now #but i'll archive this here anyway regardless of perceived quality and if i feel like it i can try rewriting this at any time

[vivihern]

My Guide for the (in)Experienced CS researcher/student.

Introduction

So here you are, an up-and-coming CS student looking for some help when it comes to researching in your topic. Or maybe you are a veteran student looking for some food for thought while you research the next thing that tickles your fancy, or maybe you are just a self-taught coder looking for some more material to teach you.

Well, worry not, whether you fit any of these descriptions or not. This blog will present what I found to be some crucial information when it comes to research in this field, of course research can be described as formal paper writing, or even as simple as just looking into something on your own. Even if this blog does not teach you anything groundbreaking, it will still be a nice point of reference when you need that confirmation on something you are doing, won’t it?

The Info

There are plenty of places to begin or consider when looking at CS research, you may have questions such as: “Where can I get information at? How about online resources? What do Computer Scientists research? How do they research, what methods/approaches?”, etc. Well, if any of your questions follow those lines you may be in luck, as I have scoured some sources to find information on those questions I had myself.

 Well, let’s start with the nitty and gritty of formal CS research. Although the info I found was a little dated, I believe that the principles driving this subject have not really changed that much since then, rather than just the technology and concepts we use. This information is based off research articles and journals from the late 90s. Now to highlight some of the more important data, let us go in the order the study presents itself.

The spread of computer science topics that this study found in the articles that it reviewed. Now to no one’s surprise things like societal issues and disciplinary issues were not covered very much, if at all. The greatest topic of interest in these articles and studies was “Computer Concepts (at 28.67)”, this mostly comprised of hardware and architecture research, as well as operating system research. The next greatest was “Problem-Specific Domains”, which I imagine has to do with private programs and systems. However, the majority of this was graphics and pattern analysis. The rest in order of greatest abundance to least would be: “Systems/Software management concepts”, “Systems/Software concepts”, “Data/Information concepts”, and finally “Problem Solving concepts”.

This next bit of information will cover several table’s worth of analysis about the references, approaches, findings, etc. So, it may seem like a lot of jumping around, however I will include the link to the study so that you can look farther into it if this blog captivates you so.

The approach to the many different articles and studies covered by this study shows that the most used approach to research was a formulative one, at a whopping 79.15%. The findings for research methods show that nearly all of them used a Conceptual Analysis/Mathematical method, along with just Conceptual Analysis the two of which make up 88.54% of the methods covered by all the articles in this study. Now to little surprise, the analysis in these studies either covered “Computing Elements” or “Abstract Concepts”. And finally, the discipline that these CS researchers referenced the most was in fact their own discipline, Computer Science at 89.33%, with the next being Mathematics at 8.6%.

However, the issue with this information is that it does not quite include one of the biggest aspects of our modern lives, that of course being the world-wide-web, or internet. As well as it being based off articles and studies done back in the 90s. Now of course there is a lot of discourse whether sources online are trustworthy enough or not to be used for important research. And there is no definitive formula or standard for finding out whether a source is fit for research or not. Even those websites that seem respectable can be exactly otherwise, there are even loopholes to attain the .org and .edu domains for personal websites! It is up to you to determine a site’s credibility.

Some general steps to follow when going through these sites are things such as: misspellings, amount of advertisements on screen, stability of the server connection, and just your own intuition on the content of the site. Does it sound right or wrong? Did a real person write this, do they even know what they are talking about, etc. This is, of course, common knowledge on the internet. However, it seems that a lot of younger and older people lack this knowledge, so it doesn’t hurt to go over it once more. After all it’s not like CS is only for young adults or older teenagers.

However, there are some credible sites online where you can go to learn more about Computer Science, some examples are websites such as www.stackoverflow.com , www.w3schools.com , www.theodinproject.com , www.codecademy.com, as well as many others! Just know that if you want to learn more about Computer Science or coding there is a site for everything, any language, for any skill level. You just must look for it. So when you are just keep your basic internet safety tips in mind. And if something requires a payment to access, make sure it’s not a scam and that it’s worth it by looking at reviews and general opinion on that service.

Conclusion

Now I know this didn’t seem like an extensive guide to learn more about doing your CS research, but that’s the point. You can’t get all the information from me, this blog is to show you some beginning points, and to let your own curiosity go and check out the sources and sites I mentioned. You have what you need, and now it’s time for the baby bird to fly out of the nest. So go and start learning what you want to about CS. The sites I provided are great starts, and whatever comes after, formal education, textbooks, advanced courses, getting a job, etc. make sure you don’t forget the basics!

www.sciencedirect.com/science/article/pii/S0164121203000153?fr=RR-2&ref=pdf_download&rr=873899782d9c6c82 (This is the study I was going over first if you put the name in the search engine and dig around a bit you can probably find one with public access. But you didn’t hear that from me!)

I included this audio recording just in case you were too lazy to read this text dump of a blog, Enjoy!

#computer science #coder #research #student

[miss-tc-nova]

Wedding Day - Aymeric, G’raha, Thancred

First off, congratulations! May you and your partner have many adventures together!

Second, I actually had to log in and fly around planning these, lol. But it was fun! Thank you so much for this one! Hope you enjoy!

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Your Wedding Day

Aymeric:

If you were hoping to avoid a grand affair, sucks to be you.

Not because that’s what Aymeric wants, but because that’s what’s expected.

The ceremony would be in Saint Reymanaud Cathedral.

To be wed before Halone is tradition.

The entirety of Ishgard would be excited to celebrate, though the general populace (nobles included) would be made to stand at the back or wait outside.

The seats are reserved for the leaders from allied nations.

And the Scions.

And those others that you or Aymeric explicitly invited, which could be absolutely anyone you’d like.

The reception, well that’s a city-wide event.

The largest hall in Ishgard can barely contain all the attendees.

Definitely need hired help from several families to keep some of the ruckus in check sucks for them.

You would be dressed in attire suited for royalty, just the same as Aymeric.

Draped in the finest fabrics and glimmering adornments, not a single person in attendance would deny just how magnificent you look.

But this is all different from the ceremony that occurred just a few days before.

In the dark of night, beneath the clear sky riddled with stars, a group of chocobos left Ishgard’s gates and headed north from Camp Dragonhead and just west of the Steel Vigil where a good friend can watch over you once again.

People were already there waiting for you: your closest friends and family.

Both you and Aymeric wore formal clothing, but not as extravagant as the public event.

But it didn’t matter because you both wore white snow cloaks anyway it was still cold out.

Rather than the lengthy, religious ones scripted for you later, you spoke your own vows, ones from the heart.

No one could stop smiling.

There, with only the people you cherished, you and Aymeric were married by Edmont de Fortemps.

And you celebrated in the company you loved most.

 G’raha:

This wedding is just out of the realm of average, which is perfect for the two of you.

Though perhaps a tad inconvenient, the Forum of Old Sharlayan has granted you private use of the small dock, just to the east of the statue of the Scholar, for a few hours for one evening.

With the magnificent statue and the glimmering ocean in the background, it’s a beautiful backdrop on a beautiful day.

Lucky for G’raha you, you have Krile and Tataru on your side to help you get everything sorted out.

Get the décor.

Get the outfits.

Sort out the reception and food, including the cake.

Get the boat.

Yeah, unless you wanna walk the entire dock, the bridal party is coming off a boat.

Speaking of bridal party, that is allowed to be as big or small as you want, same with the attendees.

However, G’raha would like to extend an invitation to the Sons of Saint Coinach and a few of his scholar friends.

And the Scions of course.

Tataru has the clothing tailored by herself, obviously, so you two are dressed in attire perfect for you.

And boy does Mr. Kitty look handsome in his crimson vest, a white tie tucked in against the black shirt.

Don’t worry though, you may not be dressed as royalty, but you are stunning nonetheless.

A perfect fit for your groom on such a shining day.

Your vows are your own, carefully crafted with love for each other, with promises of adventure in all aspects of life.

But most importantly, adventure together.

The reception could be no place other than The Last Stand.

Tataru bartered new uniforms against a reserved evening.

There would be a table there for those who can’t attend: those who have passed and those from the First.

So everyone celebrates the newlyweds well into the night.

But what better way to end an amazing day than by dancing under the fairy lights with your new husband.

 Thancred:

If Thancred had it his way, it would just be you, him, and the officiant.

Just for the sake of time because the moment you say yes, he just wants to be married immediately.

But if it’s what you want, then he’ll endure the whole ceremony thing.

So let’s say you do chose to have a ceremony.

He’d let you invite whoever you want, but he’d be most comfortable if it were just the Scions.

The Rising Stones would be perfect for this kind of celebration.

Everyone knows where it’s at and there’s plenty of space.

Also if you give Tataru even just a day’s notice, she’ll have the place decked out for your special day.

Thancred would never stop you from inviting anyone you want, though at this point, inviting the Scions is a must.

He’d also ask that you take an invitation to the First for him.

For Ryne, of course.

It does sting a bit that she can’t attend in person, but you give her time to write him a letter as a gift.

It makes him cry, but that’s later.

Again, he’d be perfectly happy to be wed in the clothes he slept in last night, but because you’ve already chosen to have a ceremony, the others aren’t going to let that happen.

It’s been a while, but damn does he clean up in a suit.

It’s not over the top, but still formal nonetheless.

And even without all the fancy things, you take his breath away.

You’d enter the room from the Seventh Heaven and you find all your friends and family waiting on either side of the makeshift aisle.

And at the other end, he’d be waiting with none other than Tataru, your officiant.

Because, let’s be honest, who else would be better suited to the job.

It takes him a moment for his awe to melt into a fool’s grin, because Thancred knows he’s the luckiest man on the entire star.

Your vows are short and simple, but still so very sweet.

Just because your invitees are few in number doesn’t mean there’s not a party after.

Party may not be the right word, but there are definitely drinks and congratulations afterwards as people mingle.

It’s really not that big of a wedding, but it’s close and personal.

Because it’s with family.

#novas ffxiv headcanons #aymeric de borel #Graha Tia #thancred waters #novas requests #gender neutral reader

[yukinarinn]

Mukuro Ikusaba NSFW alphabet?

Of course, sweetie! sorry it took so long. And if some of you are still waiting for me to finish your requests, I will!

Anyway, I hope you like it! and please tell me if you want me to change anything <3

Finishing this one year later, sorry. I’m not sure I’ll write any more fics with this fandom since I’m now into Scream franchise. However I’m glad to be back!

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

After sex, she’s so caring and gentle towards you. Especially in the shower, she makes sure to clean you up very well and then lay on bed next to you and cuddle, perhaps even coming up with an idea like eating cookies while watching movies before falling asleep with you in her arms!

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Her favorite part of her body must be her abdomen, she loves when you lick it and placing sweet kisses on it, she feels loved and wanted. But talking about her favorite part of your body, I’d assume it’s your neck since I think she could be a dom, biting your neck gently and then going a little rougher is the first thing she does in making out sessions!

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Honestly, she loves when you cum on her fingers or.. in her mouth when she’s giving you an oral. It gives her so much confidence.

D = Dirty Secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

She sometimes fantasize about you dominating her as well and do all the dirty things she does to you, but this thought immediately vanishes when she remembers how you beg her to fuck you.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

She wasn’t really into sex until she met you, she never was into meaningless sex so she was pretty much a virgin before meeting you. But now as she knows all your kinks and what you like, and with more practice, she is getting really good at it!

F = Favourite Position (this goes without saying)

Definitely missionary. She loves when you’re under her, your chest is more accessible to her as she can kiss, mark you, while she’s also pleasuring you.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

She’s usually serious in those moments, loving when things are getting more passionate and when the room is filled with your moans.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

She’s hella insecure when it comes to this even though you might not care much. She shaves completely.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Not really a rough dom, she cares a lot about you and wants you to be safe with her. Foreplay is the first thing she does to make you wet and ready for her, along with sweet and long kisses down your sensitive skin.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

She doesn’t touch herself. She is horny but as long as you help out she doesn’t need to do it. However, she did it once years ago out of curiosity.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Not a very kinky person to be honest, unless her partner is. Death spares no attempt.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

In your bedroom most of the time, and bathroom. She wouldn’t do it in public since she thinks moments like that are supposed to be intimate and private.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Your submission, the way you would just squirm under her whenever she lays a finger on you drives her crazy and wants to give you more.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

She will never force you into something you don’t want to do and will always ask for consent before anything.

One thing that is however turning her off is when her partner flirts with other people on purpose just so she can get mad and fuck them. Reminder: this doesn’t work on her.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

Both giving and receiving, but mostly giving. She knows how to use her mouth and wants to show you how good she is at it everytime you have the chance to fuck.

P = Pace (Are they fats and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Depends on the situation. If it’s a normal day, especially after a dinner date with you, it will lead to slow and sensual sex.

But if you argued earlier and you want to make it up to her somehow, for short make up sex (:>) she will get rougher.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

If you need it and she needs it too, yes. It’s fine. But it’s rare when that happens since she loves taking her time.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

She isn’t into public sex that much and the thought of you getting caught by random people isn’t very appealing. But just like her sister, she loves despair and she would do it only for the sake of it (and you). Likes adrenaline as well.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

Her stamina is pretty high, she can get tired at times but can go for another round once a few minutes has passed. Especially when she’s in her needy mode!

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

She bought once a vibrator to help you release tension when you’re stressed when she’s not around you, but ended up in her using it on you and you returning the favor. Haha.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Mukuro likes to tease. Absolutely loves when she sees your fucked-out face, begging her with your puppy eyes to stop teasing and get to the real thing.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

She might be pretty loud when you finger fuck her. She tries to hold back her moans sometimes as she can get LOUD though.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

She used to make dirty jokes with Junko about you, like, “shoving the vanilla ice cream into her mouth thinking it’s your cum”

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

Her breasts are average but her thighs are huge, she just doesn’t want people to stare at her legs so she doesn’t wear anything too..slutty. Unless it’s you.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Surprisingly as cold as she might seem, trying so hard to be like her sister and seem like she isn’t interested in anyone but only in hurting people. The yearn is pretty high. She’s just good at hiding it, always wanted Junko to not consider her a freak.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Almost immediately if the sex was too much even to her, but always makes sure you’re alright before you both go to sleep.

#danganronpa #trigger happy havoc #dr1 thh #mukuro ikusaba #mukuro x reader #fem reader #danganronpa smut #18+ content

[chronussy-bc]

Annon-Guy: On that note, how do you feel about Eve wanting to be a Sweeper (Bounty Hunter) in spite of her age (11-13 in the manga/7 in the anime)?

It was even brought up at two points when Sven didn't want Eve coming with them after she was hurt badly by Durham in the manga or once the fight with Creed ended in the anime as he wanted her to life a peaceful life and go to a private school. Both times with Anette calling Sven out.

In both cases, Eve didn't like it as she wanted to live freely like Train, to stay with both him and Sven and use her powers as a Sweeper to atone for the murders she caused under Torneo's thumb.

I know Kid Heroes are an interesting subject matter, but I wanted to hear your thoughts in regards to Eve.

Pretty logical, I think. Her dream of becoming a sweeper is kinda like kids’ dream of becoming hero irl; however, she is actually able to live out that dream at that age because of her power and the setting of the Black Cat world. Sven and Train rescuing her from Torneo’s hands definitely have aspired her, and the influence only strengthened when Sven was the first person to show her the joy of being a normal child. Subsequently, of course she would want to do what they do, with the hope of helping as many as she can the way they have helped her.

Eve is not a purely innocent girl since her past is quite complex. However, she is still young, there are many things she is yet to know/understand. Her perspective on life atp is not so simple as her peers’ but also not more matured than an actual adult. Sven’s vision is for a further future. There are many aspects he might have considered which Eve is oblivious about. She gets it that he wishes for her a safe, normal life but because she cannot fully comprehend the pros and cons of that and the sweeper life she now experiencing, she is naturally going to be against the idea. Her primary desire is to stay close to Sven, and for many reasons she also enjoys being a bounty hunter. She is not going to give up something so amazing to her for a foreign experience that, besides not as cool as what she is having, possibly would separate her from her dearest person.

Nonetheless, I think she would be more open to the idea of an ordinary life when she is older. Eve is a curious, intelligent child and she likes learning, so school probably would not sound so bad once she is more emotionally independent from Sven. Given the chance to find out more about other professions and how they can also benefit others, she can change her mind about doing bounty hunter for the rest of her life. With Tearju in the picture now, Eve will have better access to the academic path, which certainly gonna affect her decision on what she wants to do in the future.

In short, she has a lot of potential. Whether it be the always traveling sweeper or being a genius scientist like Tearju to invent helpful stuff, the choice would suit her well. I don’t think there’s any ethical problems here, since she is a special case and her consent is always considered. In addition to that, both Train and Sven are doing well as her guardians, providing her with everything she needs, though they might not be the most resourceful people.

#black cat #anime and manga #eve

[honeysucklepink]

Moonlighting rewatch, S1E1: Pilot 

So, you know how a lot of television shows can’t really be judged by the first one or two episodes? Moonlighting is certainly one of them. The first episode, which is simply titled “Pilot,” originally aired as an ABC Sunday Night Movie, therefore, there is a lot of set up. The opening scenes play out much more like a standard action crime movie common from the mid 80s. The main mystery centers around a wrist watch (that’s not really a wrist watch) a World War II pilot, and a cache of smuggled Nazi diamonds.

After the perfunctory set up for the crime, we are introduced to Madeline “Maddie“ Hayes, a fashion model, as illustrated by a slow camera pan over several magazine covers, advertisements, and portraits (many taken from Cybill Shepherd‘s early and later modeling career). All is not well in the Hayes home, however, as Maddie discovers that her accountant has milked her dry and taken off with all of her liquid assets. Her lawyer tells her not all hope is lost; she still has several businesses that she was invested in. However, most are losing money and were solely intended to be tax write offs—one of which is the City of Angels Detective Agency.

That’s where we meet the wonderfully daffy Agnes DiPesto and her boss, the wise-cracking, too-cool-for-school private investigator, David Addison. He, of course flirts and lays on the charm, only to be crushed when Maddie declares that he is fired and the business is being shut down. He calls her a cold hearted bitch, she slaps him, and the first step in “enemies to friends to lovers” has been engaged. 

David later tracks Maddie down and pleads for the agency to be rescued, but soon they are both entangled in the mystery of the stolen wrist watch and now two murders. This, of course will be set up for the resurrection of the detective agency, and the off the charts chemistry of this comedic, crime solving duo.

Also, remember how many of us who remember the show from the mid-80s will tell modern Tumblr users that the show did not age very well? Yeah there is definitely some old-fashioned sexism. David’s flirtations border on sexual harassment, the way to flatter a woman is not by mistaking her for Playboy’s Miss March 1976, and he definitely has an issue with taking no for an answer. He certainly takes advantage for his own purposes, primarily to save his detective agency, while placing he and Maddie in danger more than once.

Highlights from the first episode:

The mohawk punk rocker that chases down the wristwatch and later gets stabbed for his trouble is fairly recognizable for a lot of 70s bad guy roles, particularly as one of the lead bad guy greasers in the musical Grease.

When Maddie’s chef Andre quits, there’s a hilarious sequence where he illustrates the difference between bouncing and not bouncing. “See this plate? *smashes on floor* No bouncy! This check? Bouncy bouncy bouncy!”

The comically long greeting Agnes gives when she answers the phone for City of Angels detective agency.

The puns, right off the bat, the puns: “Ms. DiPesto, you’re looking rather pail.”

The elevator chase (trust me, you’ll understand when you see it) is both suspenseful and ridiculous.

The bad guy with the glasses (besides, of course, the nazi) is probably one of the creepier villains I remember in sometime.

Heads up, remember, this is an old show so it is still in 4:3 aspect ratio, which they maintain on Hulu.

The one time that the famous Moonlighting theme song by Al Jarreau is during the closing credits, not at the top of the show. 

Feel free to post your own thoughts on this first episode, and we’ll see how things change in episode two, as Moonlighting becomes more established as a TV show and not a weekend made for TV mystery movie.

#moonlighting on hulu #moonlighting rewatch #moonlighting #pilot #moonlighting S1E1